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Ramble On (Much obliged, LZ)
She’s dying. I can’t save her. She’s dying and I can’t comfort her. Her death will not surprise me. When I’d brought her home she was already halfway...
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This is My Rifle . . . This is My Gun: End
They take care of the dead. Guess that was enough for him. The paleness, the cleaning, the getting em ready for home; the kid embed had put it all...
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This is My Rifle . . . This is My Gun
What do you most fear in war? Dying or being wounded? maimed for life? disfigured? After a firefight, shoot out, whatever, anyone injured said “Tell...
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She Before and After
I know I won’t save her. Three tours in a warzone will teach anyfuckingbody that lesson. I know and accept. I knew the day I saw her all by herself,...
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End Of, continued to the End
The inheritance of his mama’s eye color made his brown, yes, sun-burst brown, yes, dark but illumined in the right strike of light, yes, and the...
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Bee, babydoll, I've fought
Posted on Wed, 20 Apr 2016
Bee, babydoll, I've fought three tours, if it'd save you, I'd re-up and fight another three.
Jack
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This could easily have been
Posted on Tue, 08 Mar 2016
This could easily have been too much flowers and rainbows, in a sick way, understand? Too heavy on the affection/infatuation or too much like an entry in a stalker's diary, could have been, but ain't on account of the humor (crying, or laughing...
Read full commentPosted in Don't Think I Do (poetry monthly)